Andre asked his companion with his eyes, and the latter responded with the same puzzled expression.
- Do you know each other
— Not looking for you
A second later, the two reached a consensus.
Dia showed a bright smile with no blind spots, and greeted her.
At this time, Andrea would count the time silently in his heart, waiting for Dia to pull out useful information in a short period of time and develop a deep friendship with others.
But this time it was a bit of a surprise.
As soon as Di Ya started, the other party responded with ten times the enthusiasm, from the weather to the food, from the clothes to the hairstyle, and finally made a request for a solo date: "Why don't we have a meal together?"
Andre was stunned for a while when he heard it, and he was amazed in his heart.
And Di Ya sat back beside Andre, shaking her head and rejecting the man's invitation.
"I'm afraid not." He rubbed against Andrea with an intimate manner: "I have to stay with him."
"What a pity." The short-haired man who claimed to be Jeff spread his hands in regret, his eyes fell on Andre who was silent the whole time, and he smiled.
"Looks like I'm going to spend another boring holiday afternoon by myself. Of course, if you don't mind, the three-person dinner party is also very interesting.
Dia thought for a while and asked, "Are you a regular visitor here?"
When a new topic was brought up, Jeff's eyes lit up, and he sat down opposite the two naturally, as if preparing to have a big talk.
Andre: "..." He always felt that the people at the next table looked at him with sympathy.
Dia grabbed his arm the whole time, but her eyes were fixed on Jeff passionately. And he sat silently, unable to speak a word—this looked like a bitter master who was about to wear a cuckold in the eyes of passers-by.
"The customers in this cafe are all beauties." Jeff blinked and pretended to be mysterious: "It was originally positioned for all age groups, but the interesting thing is that there are very few elderly people here, come on more often than not
He paused for a few seconds, stared at Di Ya, and said in a low voice, "A beauty like you."
Di Ya was flattered, her eyes drifted away, she seemed a little shy and at a loss for such explicit compliments.
Andrea looked at his colleagues with disgust.
—Look at the trouble you've caused.
—Is it my fault that you are too attractive
"Beauties always have a bit of a temper these days." Looking at his smile, Jeff felt deeply: "I am a person who likes to chat. Not long ago, because of this hobby, I suffered unreasonable treatment."
Di Ya showed a curious look at the right time.
Andrea thought about it.
"He has sensitive skin, and he's covered up all over. But his eyes are beautiful, more charming than the most radiant emeralds... I complimented him, and kindly wanted to recommend somewhere safe from the sun. But he chalked it up to harassment."
Jeff's tone was a little dissatisfied, and after seeing Shangdia's attentive expression, he said, "Sorry, I shouldn't discuss these trivial matters with you.
"That's the trifle that I like to hear," Dia said.
Andre suddenly interrupted: "I remembered, you were kicked out by the security guards in the store a few weeks ago."
— and hit him.
At that time, he thought it was some kind of vicious incident. If he hadn't been busy arresting the suspects of Bugstar, Andre would have really wanted to take care of it. Unexpectedly, a few weeks later, he met the protagonist of the original incident again.
Jeff froze.
Andrea turned to Di Ya and said, "You were also nestled in the car that day, but I had to deal with a group of energetic young men and women.
Dia suddenly realized.
"Yes, it was that time." After a brief embarrassment, Jeff quickly regained his composure: "I was very impressed, and after that, a group of soldiers came and guarded the exit of the street, as if they were looking for someone.
He deftly shifted the focus of the topic.
However, this time, the considerate Di Ya persisted and asked: "That day...you saw a patient with skin disease
Jeff rubbed his palm: "Yeah."
Di Ya asked, "Have you seen what he looks like
Of course Jeff didn't see Nalen's face.
No one in Asha, including Sayers, knew.
In the box, after drinking half a cup of coffee, Nalen was a little absent-minded. He was hungry.
Who knew 4843 Longton Street was a café
Came in anticipation of something to eat, only to have a cup of bitter coffee.
Naren was not feeling well.
Sells held his terminal, poked it open from time to time, and then looked up and smiled at him.
Naren: "..."
The two chatted about some topics casually, occasionally silent, and the atmosphere was not awkward.
Naren reached out and rang the call bell. Under the eyes of Sells, he ordered a piece of vanilla cake and an ice cream, and waited contentedly for the dessert to be served.
Compared with the sweet and greasy pastry cakes, he actually prefers other staple foods, but changing the taste occasionally is also a good adjustment.
Cakes and ice cream were served quickly, and each was served in exquisite tableware.
The cake is only half the size of a palm, with delicate texture and exquisite shape; when you get close, you can still smell the rich milk fragrance. The ice cream ball next to it is poured with a layer of strawberry sauce, and then placed on a plump fresh strawberry.
Nalen was already hungry, so he picked up the spoon and started eating immediately.
The taste of the cake is very delicate, as if you can feel the fragrance melt on the tip of your tongue.
"How does it taste?" Sells stared at him eating the cake with interest.
Nalen restrainedly filled his eating speed, and said lightly: "It's okay."
A minute later, the palm-sized cake disappeared in an instant. The small balls of ice cream didn't last long, and a grown man could wipe them out in a few bites.
Staring at the empty plate, the prince, who was not even half full, fell silent.
The portions here are children's meals, right
No, even children may not be full!
He squinted his eyes and estimated that even ten cakes would be more than enough.
But this is obviously too inconsistent with his own image.
—He didn't want to achieve the glorious achievement of "eating ten servings for one meal" in front of Sells.
Sairs said, "Looks pretty good, I'd like to have one too."
Naren said, "...you can do whatever you want."
Half a minute later, the waiter brought another round plate, on which were placed several half-palm-sized cakes that were cut neatly into a large round cake.
Why are there so many Sels
Naren's eyes went blank.
Sells looked at His Royal Highness whose mood changed with a smile. If it was the past, he would only feel that the other party was in a bad mood, and he should not have too much contact with him; however, now, he seemed to understand more and more the source of this colleague's bad mood, and found that it was not difficult to coax him.
He said distressedly: "I didn't expect there would be so many, help me share it?"
Nalen looked up at him, and his gray eyes seemed to light up.
Outside the box, Dia was still wholeheartedly gossiping with Jeff, but Andrea was always looking in one direction, but he was also distracted to listen to the conversation between the two.
"Mask? Is he also wearing a long dark coat, hat and sunglasses?"
Jeff looked at Andrea in surprise: "Yes!"
Andre: "..." He just asked casually, but he didn't expect that the person Jeff would strike up a conversation with would be a companion of the gold bug.
"Although he refused my request and was unwilling to take off his mask, I believe he must be very beautiful." Jeff's expression was very subtle: "It's a pity that he has a bad temper."
There was a little girl's crisp sound outside the door.
"Grandpa, the cakes in this store are very delicious! Buy me ten."
Jeff looked over and found that it was a pair of grandparents and grandchildren, who seemed to be hanging out after dinner. Little Lolita was wearing a pink tutu skirt, bouncing around and dragging her grandfather to the store. Even with the sudden upturned little chirp on his head, Jeff has to admit it's cute.
He sincerely admired: "I rarely see such a combination in this store. But even the grandparents are very pleasing to the eye."
This time Dia ignored him, because he recognized that it was the old Prince Sharvi and his granddaughter Ilya.
The old prince was dragged into the store by his granddaughter, looked around the room seriously, and finally his eyes fell on Dia and Andrea.
Although Di Ya and the others didn't get along well with Nalen, they were all intimidated juniors in front of old Sharvi. Andre had already stood up, nodded and greeted him with a very respectful attitude.
Ilya also saw the two of them, immediately let go of her grandfather, and ran over with her little skirt in hand.
Andrew: "..."
The human-shaped pink cannonball burrowed into his bosom.
"Uncle Andrew! Are you here to accompany Uncle Sells on business?"
The small eyes blinked and looked around expectantly: "Where's Uncle Searles?"
Andrea opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.
—He didn't accompany the marshal on business, but the marshal was indeed in the store.
The world of adults is complicated.
It was so complicated that Andrea felt that his poor vocabulary was not enough to support the answer to this question. After all, he was until he couldn't use lies to perfuse children.
Fortunately, Di Ya went up to meet him in time. He had already heard about Illya's accident in the hot spring club, but that day happened to be staggered with Illya. Today, I finally saw the juvenile body of the Xiaerwei family up close, and I have to admit that the family's appearance genes are very stable.
"Are you Elijah?"
Ilya raised her head and smiled sweetly: "Yes."
Jeff next to him suddenly felt the urge to hug his heart.
—A brat who can pretend, sometimes it's really deceptive.
Andrea secretly sighed.
Dia said: "Sells often mentioned you to us, saying that you are cute and well-behaved."
Ilya's eyes lit up, and she completely forgot about her question in a blink of an eye. She blushed and asked shyly, "Really?"
Dia nodded affirmatively.
"certainly."
Andre: "..." Why has he never heard of it
The picture of Illya's "frivolous" Sayers is still vivid in his memory, and he dares to bet with his precious personality that Sayers doesn't think so.